When I used to write…

This is a poem wot I wrote.

The Touch of Rain

Falling softly from the night
indigo sky
gentle yet profound
melancholy
but still hope.
Look out of the window
for a reflection
of my soul
and I will show you
the touch of rain.

(c) Me - 2005

Procrastination Idea #3 - books

No writing but plenty of faffing.

Scroll down and admire my new book list, courtesty of Miller’s Now Reading plugin. Rather splendid I think.